SONG OF THE DAY: God's Goodness (kudzu'd)

My brain damaged congressman has joined some sort of reactionary “Sharia-Free America Caucus”. Little does he know (works alone as a statement, but there’s more) that Sharia Law is already recognized in the autonomous zones of the Blue Ridge Emirate. Every morel is a mosque. And there’s nothing they can do about it.

VN1V3RS4L P0T3NT14L...

universal potential 
is infinite when detached 
from body’s egotism 

PR0M1S1NG 4 C0NN3CT10N...

promising a connection 
to something larger than self, 
except it’s disconnected 

TH3 B0DY 1S 4 PR1S0N...

“the body is a prison” 

is a truth, but there’s blessings 

to be found in abundance 

SONG OF THE DAY: After Laughter (kudzu'd)

Got some bad news at the doctor yesterday, though my doctor is just sitting underneath the biggest birch tree back in the woods behind the house. But my labs came back and my fuckitallism levels are way too high, and I need to bring them down. Historically, this usually triggers a burning bridges mentality in my people, and when my fuckitallism levels are like this, I tend to lead towards saying unhelpful things to people who lack any sort of skin to absorb such comments. And more often than not, them folks usually got more control over Things (the larger organized society type Things, not magical unseen things), and even though they lack the heart to actually let their tongue speak their thoughts, they then stifle my ambitions and goals with their little snake brains (the liberal “don’t tread on me” class). Thankfully, my doctor is a good doctor (at least a hundred years old), so I just sat there for 99 minutes, and ran through dhikr over and over, recalibrating my heart by clicking the sacred abacus around my neck (in my hands during the process). My fuckitallism levels went down in the moment, but of course, most human structures in America are full of Yakubian screens in every direction, and it manufactures an imbalance where those levels start to rise again. I just gotta be more vigilant about having more intention with my attention. My doctor (the birch tree) told me that most cases of too high fuckitallism levels are due to Intention Deficit Disorder, which is an unnatural result of all that we’ve cultured.

SONG OF THE DAY: Journey to Lounge

The journey to lounge always has obstacles, sometimes even coming from inside your own mind. I know I was my own worst enemy to establishing quality lounge as young adult man-child with unresolved or unaddressed shit. Some folks never even bother, just keep ignoring the mold on the walls and act like “This is fine,” ploughing through a life with no regard for how they fuck up those around them with their chaotic bad ripples. I’m still chaotic as fuck, but I’d like to believe I’m chaotic good, and I definitely feel I’ve achieved a level of lounge in my life better than ever before. It’s at least more sustainable, like I don’t have to escape the whole fuckin’ world in a self-medicated stupor to find peace. It’s already here. But I still gotta get my mind right and avoid getting stuck in the mud of others who got nothing better to do with their lives than scatter negative influences in every direction. In fact, the journey to lounge begins inside your own mind. You can’t be at peace or encourage peace and healing in others if you’re a fuckin’ shit storm of unresolved bullshit. And even if all those traumas wasn’t your fault, at some point, you gotta take responsibility for not bothering to get your shit together. There should be like a second adulthood age, because 18/21 is too young. 36 maybe? I don’t know, but at some point, you should’ve at least tried to have enough knowledge of self to stop being a negatively charged ionic treatise upon your environment. This world is fucking us all up, and we can either try to do better, or shrug our shoulders and say fuck it and replicate the patterns that made us fucked in the first place. That doesn’t feel like solid work or a good plan on the journey to collective lounge.

SONG OF THE DAY: Ego (Chopped Not Slopped)

Ego is still a too much thing. The Unabomber wrote that all the way back in the 12th Century, while studying technology at the House of Baghdad under Al-Khwarizmi. Shit’s still true.

SONG OF THE DAY: Forgive Them Oh God Amin-Amin

You could not possibly inject enough Muslim Funk into my soul. Wish I could find my amethyst beaded tasbih beads my eldest made for me that got lost somewhere on my wayward wanders forgetting to focus on seeking truth rather than material comforts. I am confident it’s “around here somewhere” but that somewhere has yet to reveal itself, perhaps because I’m not in the right mind frame or heart space just yet. Thus, I say again, with even more urgency, you could not possibly inject enough Muslim Funk into my soul.

TH3 W0RLD W3'V3 BV1LT 41N'T M4D3 F0R...

the world we’ve built ain’t made for 
comfort, or peace of mind; I 
can only control myself 

N0 0N3 3V3R 0VTRVNS TH31R...

no one ever outruns their 
own internal chaoses - 
fix what you can, or find peace 

C0NTR0LL1NG MY 3XPL0S10NS...

controlling my explosions 
far better than I used to, 
channeling anger away 

34CH HVM4N OBST4CL3 1S...

each human obstacle is 
lesson to be had; learning 
to limit my reaction 

SONG OF THE DAY: Planet Rock (kudzu'd)

Planet Rock is real to me. I respect and am drawn to those who build a personal mythology that weaves deeper meaning into the universe around them. This practice feels ancient and more traditional in the good way. Thus, something like Planet Rock is way more than a song - it's the culmination of a theory made by a life scientist. That's the type of science I respect most.

W0RK H4RD, PL4Y H4RD, 1GN0R3 S1GNS...

work hard, play hard, ignore signs 
hard, pretend there ain’t no cops 
hard, arm leg leg arm head hard 

SONG OF THE DAY: The Creator Has A Master Plan

Pharaoh Sanders died the other week, and he was pretty amazing. This is a cover of one of his more famous songs, or at least my favorite. I don’t even know shit about the group who covered it; I just follow all these mp3 music blogs still, like it’s 2008, and one of them is a collective of DJs that release souldie mixes, and this was on one, and it rose to the top of the old iphone I use as an ipod’s play count, because I enjoyed the fuck out of it. The Pharaoh original versions on record are also great, but also recorded versions of free form songs that were played even more often live as like single snapshots of some shit that was going on constantly. It’s all very immense, and what we have to *consume* is only a tiny fraction of it all. Which of course is why this song is so beautiful in the first, and last place (alpha and omega), because ultimately we can’t control all this shit. We don’t even do a good job controlling the little tiny fraction of It All that we’ve created ourselves. You gotta let it go, and you gotta have faith, in something or another, or else you’re gonna be panicking all the damn time. Ride it out. It’ll be okay. Hopefully.

4B1D1NG 1MP3RF3CT10NS...

abiding imperfections 
in order to maintain peace 
(perfection is inhumane) 

SONG OF THE DAY: Heartbeat

War is somehow the perfect band for balancing feeling good as fuck about how beautiful the world is while also being tired of everybody's bullshit. And you kinda need both. If you are just sick of everybody's bullshit, but don't remember all the beauty in the created world, it all becomes a bit too pointless to keep bothering with. And if you're overwhelmed with the natural beauty of our random existence, you might leave yourself blind to a bunch of assholes taking advantage of your time with their self-indulgent whatever-the-fuck. Balance is always needed, even if you embrace chaos. Chaos still stands on two feet (centering the human experience) even if it's jumping around illogically. Logic is fucked half the time anyways, because it centers the human experience so hard it expects everything else in the universe to replicate human patterns. That's a philosophical foundation bound to crack by the metaphysical tectonics of actual existence.

SONG OF THE DAY: Thee Prayer

Was talking about praying in space today in the ol’ dorkball groupchat. That’s the kind of times we live in.

N0B0DY C4N S4V3 Y0V BVT...

nobody can save you but 
yourself - born again in heart, 
cleansing self of too much brain 

G3TT1NG FR0M TH3R3 T0 H3R3 T4K3S...

getting from there to here takes 
lots of internal miles, but 
I’d rather be a dirtgod